Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Fear,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.